Let It Rain
by FrameTrap
Summary: Castiel comes back to the hunters after Sam is resurrected. Castiel and Dean are consumed by feelings of guilt and confusion about their bond. Risky times force them to confront their emotions but somethings are hard to admit. Dean/Castiel.
1. Chapter 1: Let It Rain

**Title:** Let it Rain

**Pairing(s):** Pre-slash Dean/Castiel, later Slash

**Rating/Warnings:** M for violence, language, angst, and later Castiel abuse

**Spoilers:** Season 6 spoilers

**Summary****:** Castiel comes back to the hunters after Sam is resurrected. Castiel and Dean are consumed by feelings of guilt and confusion about their bond and complicated relationship. Risky times force them to confront their emotions but some things are hard to admit.

**Disclaimer:** I do not own Supernatural I just love the series.

**A/N:** Castiel trying to control emotions and Dean starts acting his age.

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"You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel."

- Unknown

**Chapter 1: Let It Rain**

A light shone through the window of their motel room and fell on Dean's restless face. It had been raining for days on end but the dreary weather was the least of Dean's worries. Overwhelming guilt and frustration about recent events had made it impossible for him to sleep peacefully. Sammy was a shell of what he used to be; cold and logical and despite how Dean tried to ignore it gave him a chill to hear heartless words leave his kid brother's lips. On top of that Lisa and Ben had finally left his life for good and with their leaving there was an emptiness in his heart.

He turned his attention to his work and unfortunately didn't find too much ease there either. Jobs had been less than desirable ever since Crowley made Samuel, and indirectly, Sam and Dean and their whole extended family his bitches. Dean would stay up and night thinking about how they should have torched the sonovabitch when they had the chance but despite his frustration there was nothing he could do about it now but wait for Crowley to slip up again and then strike.

Something else had been bothering him a lot...the way Cas had behaved when he finally showed up again. After Bobby scolded Sam and Dean for not appreciating him Dean began to wonder what the angel felt every time he called him for help. It hadn't bothered him too much because he was so wrapped up in his family troubles but the last time Cas came to call he hadn't sounded angry necessarily but the way he responded to Dean was troubling.

_"You're problems always come first."_

Cas had seemed so...defeated. Dean hadn't given the angel's worries much thought and he felt like his selfishness was tearing at the fragile bonds he had with Cas. The more he mulled the whole thing over he started to realize that he had chosen the fake Sammy over Cas lately and that in the end it wasn't even worth it.

Before he could stop himself he let his eyes shut and began to speak, "Cas...I don't know if you can hear me right now and I know you are really busy but for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on up in Heaven but whatever is wrong if I can help I will. Cas I know I've taken you for granted lately but I swear I'll lay off. You have family stuff you need to take care of and I can understand that as much as anyone." Dean felt his chest tighten as he continued, "Cas I don't know where you are but you've been gone a long time and I could use your company now that Sam is all messed up. Cas I really mi-" he stooped himself before he said something he would regret.

Dean kept his eyes closed and quietly listened for for any signs of the angel as he fell asleep and as he drifted away he could swear he could hear the soft fluttering of wings.

Dean awoke to the sound of people talking. One voice was flat and emotionless; Zombie Sammy and the other...Cas?

Dean bolted upright as if to catch a glimpse of the angel before he flew off.

"Cas?"

Cas tilted his head and offered Dean his signature scowl and greeting "Hello Dean."

Dean wondered if Cas had heard his prayer last night and automatically becoming aware of the words he uttered the night before. Dean Winchester was not a weak guy and he didn't intend on showing any weakness to the angel if he could avoid it.

"What brings you here?" _Keep it business Dean..._

"I am tracking another rare item...or 'nuke' as you've been calling them."

"What kind of item?" Dean replied flatly, sitting on the side of the bead.

"The Sword of Jophiel. It was the flaming sword used to drive Adam and Eve out of Eden." Zombie Sam stated very matter-of-factly.

"It is a very powerful weapon with incredible destructive power Dean."

"Yea Cas I figured since it's, ya know, on fire..."

"Jophiel isn't aware of who stole it but I am positive it was Balthazar."

"So now what?"

Cas turned to look at Dean intently, "I will look around the city."

In a blink of an eye the angel was gone again. As always, the lack of a 'goodbye' or even warning pissed Dean off a bit.

"I hate it when he does that..."

"Dean, you want to get some breakfast?" Sam suggested.

"Sure...I'm sure he'll pop in again whenever he feels like."

Sam nodded in agreement and opened the door of the motel to the blazing summer outside. Dean threw on a new t-shirt and followed his brother out to the Impala.

Sam and Dean went to a diner just down the road and a waitress lead them to a booth towards the back. Just as they were sitting down Castiel popped into the booth next to Sam. Both of the brothers jumped as per usual as the angel stared at the brothers for a moment.

"I can't find the sword anywhere." he stated evenly as the waitress walked by. She gave him a strange look over her shoulder and continued to the table she was serving.

"Thanks Cas. Great timing as always..." Dean replied sarcastically. Castiel could feel a small amount of annoyance rise in him at Dean's childish behavior but he quickly shrugged it away as he always did.

"But Cas the fires in the town point straight to the sword."

"I know that is why I am confused about where it is being hidden...unless..."

"Unless?"

"Perhaps Balthazar is hiding it well with angelic magic. If it is strong enough it would be hard for me to find..." Cas trailed off and started at the table.

"What should we do?" Dean asked.

"We look for signs for now. Unexplained fires; unusual behavior." Cas studied Dean for a moment "Dean you look tired."

"I'm fine Cas. We have more important things to worry about. I'll head into town and ask the fire department about the recent house fires. Sam you can do some research on the weapon."

"Sounds like a plan." Zombie Sam jumped on the chance to do work while Cas continued to stare at Dean with his brow furrowed.

"Alright." Cas finally said "I will meet the two of you tonight."

And with the flutter of wings Castiel was gone.

Dean and Sam finished their food and returned to the motel before parting ways. Dean spent the day between the fire house and the morgue trying to find a link between the people who had been attacked. In each case the victims had been burned alive and so far had nothing in common...not location or affiliation as far as he could tell. Dean sat in the diner that evening mulling over the information he had collected that day. He heard Cas' wings and he pulled himself from his thoughts to address the angel.

"Heya Cas. What did you find out?"

"Regrettably...nothing."

"Damn. Yea not much here either. In every case there were no survivors so it's been a bit of a problem finding witnesses. I'm going to go to the family members tomorrow and see if they know anything."

"Sounds productive."

Dean had been looking at his paperwork and for the first time since the angel arrived he looked at him. Castiel of course was staring at him intently as if trying to divulge information from him with his eyes.

"Cas, you go something to say? Cus' you're freaking me out."

Castiel seemed to snap out of his staring contest and looked at Dean apologetically. "I'm sorry Dean sometimes I forget."

"It's fine Cas...hey why don't we get out of here? We've been working all day let's go let loose."

"If I am not here I should be in Heaven continuing to sort things out..." Cas stared at the table and Dean could have sworn he sounded disappointed. Dean placed a reassuring hand on Cas' shoulder and the angel looked up.

"I won't keep ya' long I swear." Dean threw out one of his signature smiles and the angel couldn't help but allow himself to follow. Dean missed Cas desperately and he didn't really know how to explain it so spend time together than relaxing and drinking? Things had been way too tense between them so he hoped this would help lighten things up a bit.

"Alright...for a while. But after a few hours I really must go."

"Gotcha. No worries Cas I'll get you back by curfew."

"What is-"

"Shut up Cas."

**A/N: **Hope you liked this so far! Please read/review :)


	2. Chapter 2: At Ease

**Title:** Let it Rain

**Pairing(s):** Pre-slash Dean/Castiel, later Slash

**Rating/Warnings:** M for violence, language, angst, and later Castiel abuse

**Spoilers:** Season 6 spoilers

**Disclaimer:** I do not own Supernatural I just love the series.

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"You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel."

- Unknown

**Chapter 2: Ease**

After driving around for a bit, Dean and Castiel pulled up to a bar just as the rain let up and Dean lead a somewhat reluctant Castiel inside. The bar was a shady little place in the central part of the city. The crowd didn't look too rough, mostly young people and a couple middle aged bar hoppers; Dean found a booth for him and Castiel. The two sat down and Cas started to look a little antsy.

"Relax Cas. I'm not going to try to get you laid again. Promise." Dean flashed a boy scout salute though he doubted Castiel would even know what it meant.

A curvy middle-aged waitress that didn't look half bad walked up to them. "What can I get you honey?"

"I'll have whatever's on tap. Surprise me." Dean flashed his smile and the waitress returned it.

"And for you?" she asked turning to Cas.

"I'll have..." Cas was scowling and searching his memory for what to purchase. It took so much for him to get drunk he wasn't sure what to buy or even if he even wanted to get drunk. The last time he had it was...unpleasant.

"He'll have what I'm having." Dean cut in.

"Alright. I'll be right back with your drinks."

The waitress walked away and Cas continued to squirm in his seat.

"You still nervous around the ladies Cas?" Dean asked.

"No I just. These places are always difficult for me. The are dens of sin and iniquity...things angels never experience." Cas looked around the room at the drunk people hooking up and scantily clad women.

Before Dean could respond the waitress returned with their drinks.

"Here you go boys. Enjoy."

Dean lifted his glass towards Castiel but Castiel just stared at it. After a few minutes Castiel mad an awkward surprised face and caught on; he lifted his glass as well.

Dean gave Cas an amused smile. "Cheers."

The night went on and Dean chatted with Cas about anything but work. Cas as usual had a lot of questions for Dean about the way humans do things and behave.

_"I still don't understand why humans watch pornography...is it not more about the intimate contact outside of the box? Why do people watch it?"_

_Dean tilted his head and leaned towards the angel "Not everyone can just walk out and find someone to hook up with."_

_Castiel looked around the bar. "Isn't that what people here are doing?"_

_"Yeah but still sometimes you just need a little alone time to get your Jollies." _

_"What are these 'Jollies' you speak of?" Castiel demanded in a serious tone. _

_Between the awkwardness of Cas and the alcohol, Dean couldn't stop laughing. He hadn't been this relaxed in a long time. _

As time passed Castiel relaxed a bit and enjoyed the conversation finding that talking to Dean was soothing for him (even though some concepts were confusing to him). He found that the older Winchester had a knack for making light of things and for once he was glad for it.

After a few beers Dean gestured for the waitress to come over again. He wanted to see how wasted he could get Cas. He knew it was nearly impossible but he figured he'd give it a shot.

"Hello lovely. Can you set up a round of shots for me and my friend here? Six or Seven each will do."

"I dunno love you sure you can handle all that liquor?"

"Yea I think he can handle it." Dean assured her.

The waitress returned in several minutes with the promised shots of jack and Dean divvied them up between them.

"Alright Cas me first."

"Dean...do you think it's wise to consume so much-" before Cas had finished Dean was half way through his shots with four shot glasses now face down. When he finished he shook his head and and squinted his eyes as the alcohol burned his throat and nose.

"It's my turn isn't it."

"Yea Cas bottoms up."

Castiel downed the shots in half the time that Dean had and without even acknowledging the burning liquid.

"Jeez Cas I knew you could handle your liquor but whew." Dean could feel the drinks coming on hard and he started to formulate an idea. "Cas I just found a way to get us some free drinks."

"Dean what are you going to-"

Dean walked to the center of the bar and hopped up on a table. "Listen up everyone! I bet anyone in this bar a hundred dollars that you can't get my friend here drunk." Dean took the money from his coat pocket and waved it around for all to see.

"Dean what are you doing?" Cas looked around nervously as people started to take interest. "You know how much I have to drink to get drunk...I highly doubt this will work..."

Dean flashed his signature smile and looked down confidently at Castiel from the bar table. "In that case, I'll just have to try my damnedest."

Within minutes Castiel was sitting with a small crowd as the entire bar tried to use less than a hundred dollars to get him wasted. After about his 50th shot his head started to feel tipsy. Dean was practically glowing with amusement as the angel tried the various drinks handed to him. There were so many flavors and sensations he was used to he started to get into it. He worried that someone would notice that what he was doing was not human but after his 100th shot or so Dean stepped in and ended the little show.

"Alright folks my buddy and i need to head out so thanks for your patience. Let's see how you did. Cas if you will please stand and take a stroll for us."

Castiel very carefully stood and walked around the room seemingly unimpaired. Truth be told he was slowly feeling the affects of the alcohol and was praying Dean would want to leave before he felt like he couldn't make it home. It was true he could drink more than a human but lately his stormy emotions were having visible influence on his waning powers.

"Alright looks like we win folks but since you guys were so great..."

In one swift motion Dean threw the hundred dollars in the air and grabbed Castiels arm to dart out of the bar. Castiel saw only a blur of colors and before he knew it they were sitting in the Impala and Dean was laughing and sighing happily next to him.

"Not bad Cas."

Castiel studied the way the older Winchester looked with his head thrown back and for a moment he felt terribly happy and warm. As soon as the feeling came it went and he pondered how they would get home. He would be back to normal in no time but Dean would need rest.

"Dean, how are we getting home? You're too drunk to drive..."

"I think we'll leave the car here...can you zap us back?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go." Dean leaned over and wrapped his arm around Castiel's shoulder, his hair brushing the tipsy angel's cheek. Castiel felt a small smile on his lips and gently placed his fingers to his charge's forehead and in an instant they were back at the motel.

Sam had been doing research on Jophiel's sword all night with no word from Dean or Castiel in hours. Though he couldn't worry in his current soulless sate he felt the need for things to be in their place and right now Dean and Cas should have been back by now. He heard the flutter of wings and looked up and to see Dean was slumped on Castiel's side in his usual too-drunk-to-walk posture and Castiel was a bit puffy-eyed, his arm supporting Dean's weight.

"Were you two...drinking?"

"Yes. Dean is sleeping now."

"Are you drunk too?" Sam pressed remembering the last time Castiel had been drunk.

"No I'm only Tip-sy I think."

Sam nodded and relieved Cas of his drunk brother, gently laying him on one of the twin beds. Dean rolled over and snuggled into the blankets. Sam only studied him coolly but if he had had a soul currently he probably would have smiled.

"Sam, may I stay for the night? I fear the other angels would find it distasteful if I returned to them reaking of liqour."

Sam turned to the angel. "Yea no problem Cas. You can take the couch if you want."

Castiel nodded removing his coat and slowly walked to the couch to lay down. Though he didn't need sleep he didn't feel like standing because his head was spinning. The rain began to fall again outside the window and the soft pattering against the motel window calmed his restless mind. He pondered his night out with Dean, it had been exactly what he had missed; exactly what he had been longing for. It had been time for him and Dean to enjoy each other's company without a worry or doubt. He smiled quietly to himself and let his eyes close. The only thing that was bothering him was the fact that so little alcohol had made him intoxicated at all. Whether or not Castiel wanted to admit it his powers were waning and he knew exactly why. Despite how much he loved his new experiences and hated being cold to Dean and Sam, he knew for the sake of the Winchesters and his Grace he had to control his emotions before they got the best of him.

Unfortunately, as he looked over to where Dean lay softly snoring on the bed, he had a feeling that they already had.

**A/N: **Please read/review :) Hope you are enjoying it so far.


	3. Chapter 3: When Things Go To Hell

**Title:** Let it Rain

**Pairing(s):** Pre-slash Dean/Castiel, later Slash

**Rating/Warnings:** M for violence, language, angst, and later Castiel abuse

**Spoilers:** Season 6 spoilers

**Disclaimer:** I do not own Supernatural I just love the series.

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"You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel."

- Unknown

**Chapter 3: When Things Go To Hell**

Castiel woke before the brothers and decided to make another sweep of the town for Jophiel's sword. With a flap of his wings he disappeared from the small Motel room and appeared on the roof of an office building he had seen on main street. After failing to find the sword in his 'fly over' he decided it was time to go on foot and pry a bit deeper. The flutter of wings behind him snapped him from his thoughts and he turned to find himself face to face with Balthazar.

Balthazar walked to the ledge and looked out over the town. "I see you finally caught on brother dearest."

Castiel could feel his frustration mounting, he scowled at his brother. Balthazar was always thinking of himself instead of his family; the same family Castiel was fighting so hard to save. Despite his brother's behavior, he couldn't ignore the need to protect his sibling. He would find a way to make things right.

"Balthazar we know you stole Jophiel's sword."

"Well it's not like he was using it. Really Cassie, did you think I didn't know you would find out?" Balthazar turned to Castiel, "Why do you even care? As long as I have the weapons of Heaven Raphael can't use them for his war. I thought you'd be happy about that."

Castiel pondered his brother's words. It was true the weapons were out of Heaven but they were not safe on Earth either. He had to find them before Raphael did or before a human did too much damage with them.

"Balthazar, things are more complicated than that. The weapons are just as much at risk on Earth..."

"Without weapons though I can't make deals and no deals means no currency. Have to make bank right?" Balthazar smirked, shrugged and in a blink of an eye he was gone.

Castiel silently cursed to himself and looked out over the town again. There was smoke rising in the distance and he had a feeling he would find the sword there.

Castiel studied the plume of smoke rising into the air and in an instant he was at the sight of the fire. Firemen were hurrying to put out the blaze and Castiel quickly searched the area for anything unusual. Many people were talking around the scene, looks of concern on there face. Among the crowd though there was an older man with his hands resting on his cane. It was the unnaturally blank expression on his face that caught Castiel's attention. He studied the cane the man held and in an instant he was sure of its true nature.

He quickly approached the man, weaving his way through the crowd but when we was almost there the man was gone. Castiel gazed around puzzled...was the man a monster or demon? Was Balthazar protecting his investment? He made another pass over the town but aside from the fire that was in full blaze there was no sign of the old man. Castiel returned to his temporary perch atop the building just as the new day's cold rain began to fall.

_Dammit..._

Dean woke up to the sound of the motel shower. Despite his aching head his dreams had been thankfully uneventful. He rolled over and searched the room for Cas only to find the angel was gone.

_Well that figures..._he thought bitterly.

Dean sat up gingerly and rubbed his face in an effort to iron out the pain in his head though it wasn't helping much. He needed a shower but Zombie Sam would be in there a while so he grabbed his coat and decided on breakfast instead. By the time he reached the small diner it had begun to rain and Dean shivered as he walked up to the diner door. He was a bit shocked when he saw that Cas was occupying one of the booths, gazing out the window, his face pulled into his usual scowl.

"Hello Dean." Castiel said in his gravely tone, eyes till glued to the window.

Dean walked up and took a seat. "Where have you been all morning?"

"I was looking for Jophiel's sword. I found it in the town disguised as a cane. An older gentleman was in possession of it..."

"And?"

Castiel looked at Dean briefly and then back to the window. "It...slipped through my grasp."

Dean could hardly believe anything could slip through the angel's grasp. "Really Cas? How is that even possible?"

"I'm not sure...perhaps a warding spell...or more likely interference from another angel."

Dean shrugged. "Well looks like we'll just have to find the old bastard."

Castiel did not look away from the rainy scene outside and Dean was starting to feel that Cas was disappointed in himself.

"Hey." Dean waved his hand near Castiel's face "Snap out of it man. We all mess up sometimes we'll just make it right, okay?"

Castiel offered a small nod and was reassured by Dean's words. Dean smiled and called a waitress over to order some take out for him and Sam. While they waited Dean and Castiel both watched the rain in silence.

Dean and Castiel drove back to the motel to find Sam still in the bathroom.

"Hey Sam." Dean yelled towards the bathroom. "I picked up some grub. It's on the table."

Castiel waited patiently as Dean ate his breakfast, watching him quietly from the couch. Dean must have caught on because he looked up from his eggs and frowned.

"Cut it out Cas. You're creeping me out..."

"I'm sorry Dean. I was just thinking of how to find the sword without the aid of my powers. I haven't been able to locate it yet..."

"We'll just look for creepy old dudes with canes and then we'll nab it."

Castiel was always fascinated by Dean's simple way of doing things and though it was an appealing way of thinking he felt somewhat uneasy...Balthazar was making things difficult as always. For now Castiel would have to follow Dean until the ward was broken.

Sam walked out of the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "Where yoo' oo' been?"

"Cute Sam. Real Cute. Your food's on the table. Cas found the guy this morning and we're heading out soon. You'll have to eat in the car."

Sam rolled his eyes and went back to the bathroom to get ready. Castiel studied Dean's face as his brother's body turned to go and he could see the unrest in his eyes; his expression blank. Castiel wished he could comfort Dean in some way but as always he was at a loss of what to do, powerless yet again.

_Don't worry Dean_ He silently vowed, _I promise I will help heal you and your brother...whatever it takes._

They had just arrived in town when Castiel spoke up from the back seat.

"Keep an eye out for fires. Apparently the sword needs to be at the site for him to use it. This will work in our favor."

"Sounds like a plan Cas." Dean switched on his wipers as the rain picked up. "Damn rain..."

"I'll go ahead and see if I can at least spot any fires." A flutter of wings and Castiel was gone.

After a few more minutes of driving Sam leaned towards the passenger window.

"Dean."

Dean pulled over the Impala and stared through the blurry window. In the distance he saw a plume of smoke rising.

"Hey Dean?" Sam feigned concern to address his observation. "Do you think Cas is over there?"

Dean had just noticed the angel had been gone for nearly ten minutes. With the plume of smoke clearly pointing out their next move his mind and decided to head to where the action was.

"Let's get over there pronto."

The source of the fire was a three story office building in the middle of the town, Cas was nowhere in sight. The pouring rain only added to the confusion of the firefighters and crowd surrounding the scene.

_Dammit Cas where are you..._

While Dean's thoughts were preoccupied, Sam surveyed the scene. Bingo.

"Dean over here!" he yelled before running into the crowd.

The man he was after turned suddenly and then bolted towards the burning building with Sam hot on his tail and Dean right behind him. Thankfully no one tried to stop them in the busy street.

The old man got up to the flames and waved his cane and the flames receded. Sam and Dean were lucky enough to have the flames stay at bay until they passed. As soon as they were on the other side the flames reformed their wall.

Sam pursued the man down a series of hallways of what appeared to be a lawyer's office and followed him to the back of the building. As they got deeper and deeper the smoke began to thin and the smell of smoke grew fainter. The old guy stopped at what appeared to be a vault and spun around looking for a way out. Sam was on the man in an instant and managed to wrestle the cane from his grasp. Defeated, the old man just crumpled to the floor.

Dean got to the room in time to see Sam standing over the crouching man.

"Sam. We gotta find Cas."

"What did you do with our friend?" Sam questioned the man in a threatening tone.

"I don't know what you're talking about...I gave the cane back isn't that enough?" The old man began to break down and sob.

"Sam I don't think he knows where Cas is..."

Sam studied the man on the floor and roughly grabbed him by the arm and began dragging him from the room. Dean followed wordlessly and silently prayed to Castiel.

_Cas...I don't know if you can hear me but if you're in trouble...I...Sam and I will find you I promise._

Dean was pulled from his thoughts as the fresh air hit his face. He followed Sammy out a back door headed around the fire scene toward the Impala. When they reached the car Sam rounded on the man.

"Who gave you this cane?"

The old man looked at his feet, tears still in his eyes. "An Angel gave it to me...he said I could have it to punish the people who had hurt me..."

"Why do you think they deserved to be burned alive?" Dean could feel the anger flare up in him at the man's response.

"They took everything from me...we had all been partners in a law firm years ago. We had been stealing money from our clients, overcharging them, and I decided that it had to stop. When I confronted everyone not one person was on my side...I was fired and forced to try to find work. My wife had been very sick and her care was too expensive for me on a blue collar salary...so I worked as hard as I could but in time, with lack of care, she passed away." By the end of the man's story he was in tears.

Dean was about to speak when Sam cut in harshly over the mans sobs. "So you were screwed by fate so you lashed out at those around you...killing their families. Yea, I'm sure that is what your wife would have wanted."

The old man just sobbed louder and fell to his knees. Dean couldn't take this anymore.

"Sam a little harsh don't you think?"

"I'm just stating what happened. He has the rest of his life to deal with his guilt. Let's go find Cas."

Before Dean could argue Sam climbed in the car and he followed silently. Reluctantly, Dean started the car and drove away, leaving the sobbing man on the ground behind them. If Cas was there he would have said something...or could have at least teleported the poor guy home. The guy was a dick but he was a dick that had lost the one he loved.

They drove in silence back to the motel, Dean's stomach and head uneasy. They had managed to get the sword but in the process he was reminded of how much he missed Sam...the real Sam.

_Cas...where are you man?_

_**A/N: **__Hope you liked this so far! Please read/review :)_


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